A/N: Hello there, and welcome to The Chimera. This is my first go at publishing Fanfiction on the internet, so be a bit nice to me. Just for sanity's sake, I don't own anything.
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? 00:16 EDT
Fuck. What happened? Last thing I remembered, I was home sleeping and now I'm somewhere completely different with nothing but my pyjamas on and one very familiar looking wristwatch. Y'know what, I'm just going to save the questions for later, and right now figuring out where I am takes priority though I have to admit, this wristwatch looks a lot like the Omnitrix from Omniverse when I think about it, but the whites are replaced with black. Huh. Let's see if it works! After all, I did get thrown away from home for a random reason and attaching a out of production children's toy to a random guy's wrist sounds stupid, so it being the actual Omnitrix makes more sense that it being an off the shelf toy.
As I touch the faceplace a green ring with 5 faces pops up. I scroll through them until I see the closest thing I'm looking for: a roughly humanoid face with a wolverine like mask attached to it. I remove my hand from the faceplate, and a thin cylinder with glowing green lines coming out of an hourglass symbol located at the top suddenly shoots out as the faceplate recedes back a bit. Without hesitation, I slam the core down and I feel lots of changes happening. A sudden burst in height, excessive growth of blue fur, an organic face mask made of fur just appearing around my now solid green eyes and massive yet rapid alterations in my DNA and internal organs happens in less time than I can register. Once I process that it worked, I shout out "Fasttrack!" before going "Nononono, doesn't fit me. Maybe Fastcat?" before reaffirming it as the form's name with a loud "Fastcat!". I head off into the night with no plans of stopping, wondering where I was before it hit me: A sign with the words 'Welcome to Gotham City, Connecticut! Est. 1635 Population: 9,342,681' written on it.
One glance sends me into a panic as everything I knew about everything goes out the window, if it didn't already. I hear myself go "Calm down, maybe the Justice League is founded and I can ask them to help me find my reality!" before realizing that I should get a move on if I want to reach the city unless I want the Omnitrix time out in a few minutes and spend hours heading to the city by foot.
Whilst running through the city, I form a plan in my head: Stop a few crimes in the city to get Batman's attention. Once done, I explain myself and the Omnitrix to him barring the whole "you're fictional to my universe" bit. Now all I have to do is to wait for a crime to happen. Just as soon as I finish that thought, a random woman calls out for help and I speed to see a mugging in progress. Well, it is Gotham after all. In the space of a few seconds, I manage to knock out the fleeing mugger and return the purse to the woman before rushing off into the city for more crimes to stop.
Gotham City
May 2nd, 2010 00:31 EDT
And there goes the last of the charge. Shame, it was fun being able to go superfast. Now, let's count the crimes prevented: I stopped 3 muggings and a robbery. Not bad, but the robbery could-should--have gone better. If only I was fast enough….
Putting away morbid thoughts for now, I move onto my current priority: finding somewhere to head for the night and some food to eat. Which brings me to my next questions: How will I get a place to stay and some food for only $398.37? Well, since I'm homeless, I could go to a homeless shelter. Alternatively, I could head to foster care, but that would raise lots of problems as I'm going to be sneaking out, not to mention that there are high odds that I'll end up in an abusive home. Before I could ponder more on the problems, I feel a sharp throb of pain in the back of the skull before I fall asleep.
Batcave?
May 4th, 2010 00:45 EDT
I wake up blindfolded and handcuffed in an unknown room. If I had to guess, I'm currently in one of the Batcave's interrogation rooms.
"Sir, is everything alright? Master Robin has been asleep for three hours, yet here you are burning the midnight oil." A British voice-presumably Alfred-called out.
"I'm afraid not. I just witnessed an unidentified being-possibly extraterrestrial-transform into the man currently in the holding cells. Here's the problem: I ran a facial recognition search and he doesn't show up on any database whatsoever. No social media posts, no military records, not even a birth certificate. It's almost as if this man just suddenly appeared out of the blue one day. And before you ask, I'm doing a genetic scan on him right now to make sure there's nothing out of the unusual for our… esteemed guest." A gruffer voice, most likely Batman, called out before continuing with "How are the others responding?".
"The others have responded that they will be there before 1 AM and have requested that you stop calling on them at ungodly hours of the night." Just as soon as the sentence is finished, a distant computerized female voice calls out "01-Superman. 03-Wonder Woman. 05-Green Lantern. 07-Martian Manhunter."
"So, what's going on that you require all of us to help you? Last I checked, you never called in for League assistance in Gotham once and now you're requesting our help with interrogating a person in possession of exotic technology?" A somewhat calmer voice calls out-Superman.
"I do have reasons to believe that the aforementioned technology is extraterrestrial and possibly more advanced than what the Guardians are capable of making."
"I'll be the judge of that!" A voice full of pride calls out-Green Lantern II, Hal Jordan only for a Carl Lumby-esque voice, Martian Manhunter, restrains him by going; "Calm yourself, Lantern. Let us meet the person who holds Batman's attention before we jump to hasty conclusions."
After a few seconds of agonizing silence, I hear the door unlock and five figures clad walk in, much to my joy. Wonder Woman goes "Hello there. My name is Diana. Do I have the permission to know yours?"
There's something about Wonder Woman asking for your name to make you stop and pause for a few seconds. Especially if you don't remember yours for some reason. Seeing no other reasonable course of action, I reply with "Well, I can't remember my actual name for some reason, so call me Ezekiel for now. Zeke for short."
"Like the prophet?"
"Nope. Just the first thing that came into my mind."
"Well then, Ezekiel, how did you turn back from being that blue-furred creature?"
"My time limit ran out."
"Time limit?"
"Well, you see, I possess this incredibly advanced piece of technology known as the Omnitrix. And before you ask, I'm not sure how I got it either. I was asleep at the time."
The always paranoid voice of Batman goes "So, what you're saying is that you suddenly woke up with the Omnitrix on your person?"
"Pretty much. Go ahead and wrap the Lasso of Truth around me if you don't believe me." To which Diana responds with "I already did."
"Well, as you can see, I can't."
"Apologies, I'll get the blindfold off."
Once Diana does so, I see many things. I'm in a stark white room with the only furniture being two metal chairs and a table. The leaguers present look more or less as to what I imagine them in the comics: Superman in his underwearless red-and-blue onesie with a red cape and belt, Wonder Woman in her American styled greek body armor and gold tiara with red star, Batman in his black and gray body armor and caped cowl, Green Lantern in the traditional Lantern Uniform with a green and white domino mask and Martian Manhunter in a full body ensemble with red X on a blue and black uniform with cape-what's with the capes?
Diana gets me back on topic with "I imagine you have a great many questions based on your facial expressions."
"So do you."
"So, let's begin. What do you know about yourself?"
And so I respond with everything I can: my DOB, state of origin, financial information, family history, educational history, et cetera. While I do so, Batman inputs everything into a wrist-mounted computer. A few minutes after he finished inputting the info, he responds with "I'm sorry, but there is nobody with the specific information you mentioned."
"I figured so. I did just arrive in this universe after all."
To say that shocked everybody would be both an understatement and a perfect summary of what happened. I can't describe it beyond that. As soon as Superman regains his composure, he goes "Are you sure?"
"Yep."
"How?" Martian Manhunter calls out
"I don't know!"
"Enough about you, let's talk about the Omnitrix. What do you know about it?"
"It was created by this Galvan scientist known as Azmuth who was a supergenius among supergeniuses. He wanted to bring peace to his universe-I'm from a different different universe-and to show his girlfriend that he matured after seeing the devastation his previous greatest invention caused. Unfortunately, he did it in the most counterproductive way possible by creating a device that allows the user to turn into over a million species so that its user could step into another species's shoes. Add to the fact that the species included have powers that range from 'worse than baseline human' to 'nigh-omnipotent at the cost of debating with fellow personalities', and everybody in the galaxy wanted it to be used as a weapon. He sent it to his Earth to prevent that happening where a ten year old found it and became his universe's greatest hero after defeating universe ending threats over the course of six years."
Batman, who was stoic as always, responds with "Well then. We'll have to remove the Omnitrix from you in order to prevent it from falling into the wrong hands."
"You can't do that!"
Green Lantern responds with a smug sounding "We're the Justice League. We can do anything."
"No, I mean you literally can't. It's bonded to my DNA, works only for me and it only comes off if I use the decoupling code, which I don't know and even if I did know it, I wouldn't give it to you without a fight, however brief and one sided it is." God, I really hope they don't press me on how I know that.
What happens next is the most intense stare-down I ever had in my life until Superman defuses the situation by responding with "Well I for one recommend that we keep an eye on him to see if he's trustworthy." Sounds of agreement from the fellow leaguers fill the room. Once the situation is cleared up, Wonder Woman asks me "Is there anything else you would like to tell us?"
Bracing myself for the response as I lose control of my mouth, I reply with "In my universe, you're depicted as fictional beings due to what I presume is weird multiversal logic. Same for the Omnitrix. And the knowledge included involves all of your secret identities."
What happens next is stunned silence before I hear a harsh "Are you positive?" from Batman.
"Definitely, Mr. Wayne."
The look on Batman's face was priceless before he calmed down and told me "You will have to spend at least one hour weekly reciting all of your knowledge to us. Am I clear?"
"Crystal."
"We will continue this discussion later once we have all gotten a night's rest. Until we are able to find your home reality, you will be made a sidekick of a member of the Justice League, effective once we decide upon said member. You will stay with me until we will provide you with a false identity and a residence with details supported by you. Unless you have any objections right now, that is our current course of action. Do you have any complaints to add?"
"Besides how chafing these cuffs are, none whatsoever."
"Glad to hear it." As soon as he says that, I see a smile form on his face for a brief second before he unlocks the cuffs and motions for me to follow him up the stone stairs of the Batcave. I wave goodbye to the soon to be fellow superheroes and they in turn wave back.
"Alfred, take 'Ezekiel' to the guest room. He will be staying with us for the foreseeable future"
"Sir, are you sure that-"
"Yes, I am. He apparently knows the entirety of the League's identities and I would like for him to remain under constant supervision."
"But sir, he-"
"Is the blue-furred alien. If what he says is true, then he can turn into over one million aliens that make Superman as strong as me."
"Well, I can only turn into 10 right now, and none of them are capable of going mano-a-mano with a Kryptonian with their powers alone."
It's at this point the Omnitrix pops out with two new icons: my face and what I assume is a martian's true form before going out in a digitized version of my voice "Uncatalogued DNA recorded. Please identify the species of origin."
At the glances I get, I shoot them a look that was hopefully interpreted as 'I don't know how this thing works beyond a small fraction of its capabilities' before responding verbally with "Species are known as Kryptonian and Martian. To specify, Kryptonian is the one that looks like a human to the naked eye whereas the Martian is the species capable of limited self-biomolecular manipulation and telekinetic abilities."
"Understood. Would you like to update the DNA Scanner settings?"
"Affirmative. Please notify me of the scanning of uncatalogued DNA not in the Omnitrix and Scan only if I give verbal authorization."
"Settings Updated. Would you like to do anything else?"
"How do I bring up the settings menu?"
"Verbalize the phrase Omnitrix-Access Settings followed by the authorization code 1337."
"Thank you. That is all for now."
At that point, I hear Batman growl "Did you withhold the capabilities of the Omnitrix from us?"
"More like I never told you about them. Besides, even I'm not sure of the entirety of its functions."
It's at this point Alfred goes "Sir, let us take a break from now. I'm sure that he will inform you of his capabilities."
"I will. I just need time to process things right now. By the way, what year is it? I know it's a bit of an odd question, but I want to know given that it just became 2021 in my universe before I went to sleep and I woke up here."
"The current date is May 4th, 2010."
Bruce goes "I thought today was the third."
"Sir, it is a quarter past 1 AM."
"Well then, I think I'll call it a night. I take it you prepared the guest room?"
"Along with a wide variety of clothes around the size of our esteemed guest here."
"Take him to his room then, Alfred. Once Dick wakes up, I expect you to inform him of our guest. I don't want a repeat of the last time we had a guest who came to the manor overnight and we didn't bother to inform Dick about it. How is said guest, by the way?"
"He is still recovering from the broken leg, sir."
I look dumbfounded before going "What about my room?"
"We are right outside of it, sir."
Realizing that I focused more on the conversation than the changing scenery, I pause and take a look at the door, wondering if the maintenance of it costs more than the monthly earnings of my parents. It was made of a fine oak and stretched about a dozen feet from floor to roof. I open the door and I see a very large room about the size of my old apartment. In it, I see a bed that could reasonably hold a giant of a man, a dresser with some clothes around my size, a closet and a door that leads to what I presume is a bathroom. I head into the bathroom and I take a look in the mirror. Brown hair and eyes illustrate my face, with a beard and mustache. My face looks like it's been smoothed out with no scars or pimples whatsoever.
Without further prompting, I go ahead and sleep the night away.
Wayne Manor
May 4th, 2010 10:35 EDT
I wake up and the first thing I see is Alfred in his butler uniform. "Mister Doe, Master Bruce would like to request your presence down at the Cave."
"Alright, I'll be down there. Can you make me French Toast and English Breakfast Tea?"
"Of course, Sir."
Batcave
May 4th, 2010 10:52 EDT
After that delightful breakfast, I head down to the Batcave where I see Bruce in his traditional suit and tie that rich people wear. "Ah, Ezekiel, glad you're here. I take it you had a good night's rest?"
"The best I ever had."
"Glad to hear it. Now, shall we begin with creating your documents?"
"Sure. Just as a head's up, don't give a driver's license. I can't drive."
"You're in your late teens and you can't drive?"
"I didn't really have a need to drive. No social life plus a thing back home really doesn't give me motivation to drive."
"Alright then."
Batcave
May 4th, 2010 11:27 EDT
About an hour later, I was established as Ezekiel Arakelian, a 18 year old high school graduate who moved to Coast City in an attempt to break free from his home. Upon seeing the Coast City bit, I ask "Did Hal agree to be my supervisor?"
"Apparently so. He called dibs immediately after we left to the manor."
"Let me guess: He wanted to keep an eye on me and the Omnitrix?"
"The Omnitrix and I. Also, yes."
"Lovely. Do I have any cash?"
"About 1 million USD."
"Well then, are there any Wayne Enterprises stock for sale? I'm going to need some method of income while I head to Coast City University for a degree."
"There are some available, but it will cost you about 2 thousand per stock."
"I'll take some then. Anything else?"
"Your first session with us will be tonight at 8 PM EDT. I expect you to be on time. Also, I would like a list of the capabilities of all your aliens, and I expect it to be updated whenever you unlock a new alien. Is that understood?"
"Yes, sir!"
"Good. Now, do you mind standing in the Zeta tube here? I need to scan your body before registering you as a guest in the Zeta directory."
"Is this a feature you had installed specifically for this Zeta tube?"
"Yes. Why do you ask?
"Because the internet in my world knows you as a paranoaic who can defeat anybody given enough prep time."
With an annoyed sigh, he mutters under his breath with "Why did I expect anything different?" before continuing with "Anyway, please step in the tube."
I do so, and I see a green gridwire of lights scan me, moving from top to bottom before eventually fading away. Once it's done, I hear "User Registered: Ezekiel Arakelian AO-3."
"Quick questions before you Zeta me to Coast City: Will I get to be Hal's sidekick? Also, will I get to design my costume and choose my codename? Will my codename be entered in lieu of my alias?"
"In order: You have to, Yes, Yes and Yes."
"Glad to hear it, though I wish I was given a choice. I would've accepted it, but still."
"I apologize for that, but I cannot let you go unsupervised if what you said was true."
"I understand. Well then, I'd better be off. See you later."
"Before you go, I have something to give you." As I turn back to the batcave, I see Bruce holding a piece of paper with an address and keys. "Here. For your new home."
"Thank you." I say as I zeta out of the cave.
"You're welcome".
Coast City, Oregon
May 4th, 2010 8:27 AM PDT
Turns out, Gotham and by extension, Connecticut were in the Eastern Time Zone. This meant that I was out on the streets early in the morning with nothing to do. Fortunately, my moping is stopped by a robbery in progress zooming past me. With zero hesitation, as I needed something to vent, I dial up the Omnitrix and I scroll through the playlist looking for an alien capable of dealing and taking damage. Turns out that the starting playlist I have is on the "skill required side" instead of being directly useful, and those are the eight I can recall. Two faces are unfamiliar to me, so I can't rely on my knowledge to know if they're good, but the rest aren't great for immediate unskilled combat, so I go for the stonefaced one. As I transform into him, I feel rocks forming around my body, which has become electricity. I become an 8'3' giant, with long arms that stretch down to my heels. Blue energy makes up 58% of my body with the remaining 42% being rock. Spikes made of blue energy protrude out of my shoulders. A quick look confirms my odd reaction to the icon: I was a Fulmini, something I only know through the wiki and the one episode of the reboot I watched online. With no fucks to give, I rush into battle confident that my powers will help, calling out "Shockhenge!" as I do so.
As I rush to the car, I hear "Hey man, relax! Nobody, not even the Greenies are going to stop us!"
It's at this point I go "You sure about that?"
"Yeah, I'm sure Walt! Now quit complainin'!"
"I didn't say anything Wayne."
"Then who did?"
"I did!"
The two robbers stop their car and get out. One good look at them show two men-presumably twins-dressed up in cowboy uniforms. They even have the revolvers and hats to match.
"Now fellers", I say in a mocking texan accent, "We can do this fast or slow. Fast means you surrender, slow means I beat you up. What's your choice?"
"We're gonna fight!"
"Slow it is then."
I immediately make an electrical force field by turning the air into plasma and wait until the bullets ricochet off of it. Then, once the two have wasted their ammo, I immediately tase them with what I assume is enough for a taser equivalent. Once I see that they're unconscious, I check on them to make sure that they're alive, which they are, much to my luck.
"Well, you sure saved us some lives. Might I ask what your name is? We only get the second Green Lantern around here."
I see a tall caucasian man with black hair in a blue coat and pants, white dress shirt and black tie. "You can call me Shockhenge for now, officer. It's the form's name, and I don't have anything better as a cape name for now. Now, if I may ask, what's your name? It'd be pretty rude of you to not introduce yourself."
"Name's Detective Gage. Nick Gage."
"There's a pun in there waiting to be used."
"Never heard that before. Now, what brings you to our city? And what do you mean by form?" Hmmm, what works as a good excuse? Maybe I tell them some of the truth. After all, the best lies have truth to them.
"I needed a place to stay. Green Lantern 2814-A-That's the one who bothers with a secret identity-has agreed to supervise me so that I don't cause trouble. As for the form thing, I can turn into aliens for a few minutes. "
"Interesting. Are you going to follow us to the station or are you going to leave?"
"I'm afraid I'm going to leave. I don't have a uniform on my human form, and I don't want to reveal my identity."
"I understand. I guess I'll be seeing you around?"
"You will. Now, I better get going. I have a home to check out".
With that said, I decide to summon a bolt of lightning to ride and do my best Silver Surfer impression on. I land on a building about a few meters away before I detransform due reaching my limit. Now, how do I get down?
Casa De Ezekiel
May 4th, 2010 9:30 PDT
I really like the home. Fully furnished in a way that makes me proud, with a kitchen and everything. It's about 1,780 square feet and a short walk to the Zeta tube (which would have been nice to know) and the downtown area so that I could go ahead and buy anything I want. Until then, let's get to work.
Casa De Ezekiel
May 5th, 2010 17:16 PDT
After much time spent on practicing cooking and checking up the recent history (1940s-now) and popular culture, I'm supposed to have my first training session right about now. As if on cue, a green light shines in the backyard, the backdoor unlocks and I see a brunette haired, 5"8' Hal Jordan wearing his badass pilot's coat. "Hey there Zeke. I just want to say I'm sorry about getting off the wrong foot during our first meeting, but hearing about something that puts the Power Rings to shame really makes one surprised. I know I shouldn't have acted the way I did, but I did and I hope you will forgive me."
"I forgive you."
"Oh, thank god. I didn't really know what to say."
"I understand. I'm not that great at socialization."
"You're doing just fine though."
"I suck at small talk."
"Huh. Glad to know. Anyway, let's get to your training."
"I don't know why, but I have a bad feeling about this."
"Didn't know you were an oracle."
"It was a lucky guess."
Outskirts of Coast City
May 5th, 2010 17:24 PDT
So, turns out flight by lantern ring is a bit odd. It's like flying in a bubble that can't be burst, except there's a pilot and the bubble is green. The training area is nice. It's a large field with forest all around. In the middle of the field, I see John Stewart in his uniform, which is exactly the same as Hal's without the mask. He eyes at me and says "So, you're the guy Hal told me about. I doubt his claims, but Batman backing him up made me interested in you enough to help Hal in your training."
"Glad to hear it. So, what do you know about me?"
"That you have 12 forms, 4 of which are known so far: a speedster almost as fast as the Flash, a energy manipulator, a Kryptonian, and a martian. The source of this capability is the Omnitrix, a device with technologies that were thought impossible by many species. What I don't know is any fighting experience you have prior to starting your career if you have any."
"I'll be honest with you, I have none. Never really came up."
"Alright then, training just got worse."
"..How bad is it now?"
"Lots of hand to hand combat combined with brutal training to maximize the potential of you, your forms and the Omnitrix, not to mention you are expected to recite history from the 1930s and beyond during said training. Once you get a new form, you are expected to spend some time with me to master it. This will break you enough for you to rebuild yourself mentally and physically. In short, it will be hell on earth."
"Oh god."
Casa de Ezekiel
June 15th, 2010 15:00 PDT
I get a call through the Omnitrix communicator (which is something I learned during training). I pick up and I hear John say that due to the results of an arrival of new prisoners on Oa and Guy Gardener's presence, he and Hal won't be able for the next few days, so they're giving me a break on training and that they're counting today as one of those days.
That was good news, as the training was brutal. 4 hours per day; 2 spent on alien practice and the other 2 spent on improving my hand to hand with the only breaks being for water and bathroom left me exhausted. Hell, when I was timed out during alien time, I was still expected to go over the functions of the Omnitrix. All in all, I pushed myself harder than I ever did before in my life and left me asking for what was John inspired by. "It was based off the official Green Lantern training sessions with a touch of Marine Corps training" was his response and that was when I understood everything.
A ding! from the stove ended my train of thought, and I pull out my Lasagna shells, essentially tacos in pasta shells. You may be wondering, why would I cook such a thing. Well today, I'm having a guest over for lunch. J'onn had recently discovered that one of his hundreds of nieces and nephews sneaked into his spaceship and after discussion with her parents, decided to take her under his wing as his protege. He had earlier asked me if I could help her get accustomed to Earth, and I volunteered. All in all, I felt interested enough about it, but I also felt something that made me ask what her name is. Turns out it's M'gann M'orzz aka Miss Martian. Upon seeing the look of 'metareflection' on me, he asked me why the name was important and I told him about the fact that M'gann is a White Martian pretending to be a Green. Once he heard about this, I was informed to not touch the topic at all due to her issues with it. I told him that he has my trust with these sorts of things.
Opening the door, I see a 5"6' redheaded caucasian woman with freckles wearing a white t-shirt beneath a red crop top sweater with short sleeves, knee high socks, brown shoes, a red skirt and blue headband. She looks at me and goes "Hello there, I'm M'gann M'orzz, but you can call me M'gann."
"Well M'gann, my name is Ezekiel. Please come in, I wouldn't want you to get cold from standing outside. That is, if you can get cold."
"O-of course." She walks in and goes "Wow, your house is particularly large."
"Not really, it's average sized for the state."
"Really?"
"Really."
"How do you pay for all this?"
"A well-rounded stock portfolio, my 'inheritance' and some patents I doodled up for my startup company."
In an amazed voice, she goes "You run a startup company?"
"Not really, it's just a name and a few patents that will change the world once they get turned into actual physical objects. I plan on selling it to Wayne Enterprises or Kord Industries once I decide I can make enough money from the sale of it."
"Why those two?"
"I trust them enough to do the right thing with it."
"I see. And Lex Luthor?"
"I don't trust him at all."
"Why?"
"He's been gunning after Superman and the League for years and got away with it without any proof for it."
"How?"
"He's rich and can afford good lawyers if he gets caught. But since he never leaves evidence that ties the assaults back to him, he doesn't get caught."
M'gann facepalms her head and goes "Hello Megan! He's just like Cha'rnn O'zzm!" before muttering to herself "Knew I should have listened to Uncle J'onn's briefings on Earth Supercriminals."
I look quizzically at her before going "Who's Cha'rnn?". The name sounds familiar to me for some reason.
"Oh, he's a former Red Martian who was exiled for his experiments on his subjects. As punishment, he was locked into his default form and exiled to Earth."
"Ah." Knew it! Didn't he experiment on humans trying to create a human/martian hybrid back and succeeded doing so back in J'onn's early days?
No, I don't think so. What are you talking-thinking, sorry- about?
Jesus, M'gann! Please don't go into people's heads without their permission. Unless they're criminals. Or J'onn tells you to.
Sorry!
It's OK, but please make sure that you don't do that again. I always wondered what telepathy felt like, so that's why I'm being a bit nice about it. Besides, I'm pretty sure I'm the first human you met.
You're right. You are the first human I met, and I overstepped my bounds. Back on track, what did you say about Cha'rnn?
I heard J'onn mention his name back when I was going over a few things with the League this past Sunday. He seemed a bit concerned about it.
Any martian would be.
Anyway, care to have dinner? It finished before you rang the doorbell.
Sure!
We spend the next few minutes just eating our food and talking via telepathy when I 'hear' So Ezekiel, can I ask you a question?
Sure, go ahead.
What are your thoughts on your 'stay' here?
I frown and go What do you mean?
I peeked into your memories a bit and found your first meeting with members of the League. I got curious, so I decided to look into the entire thing.
I sigh a bit and say "M'gann, what did I say?"
"Don't peek into other people's minds without permission?"
"Exactly. What you did was a breach of privacy of the greatest extent. I'm OK with you knowing, as I was going to tell others regardless. Just don't tell anybody. It's knowledge that would make me targeted by everybody."
"I understand. Who else knows?"
"The founding members of the League, Green Lantern John Stewart, Batman's Mission Control and Black Canary. Probably Robin as well."
"Why probably?"
"He seems the mischievous type."
"I see."
"Anyways, once we're done resting, want to go on patrol?"
"Isn't that against what Uncle J'onn says is allowed?"
"He said that the only thing I'm not allowed to do is to not bring up your biggest secret. And yes, I know what it is."
She stops eating from her plate and looks scared for a bit before going angry and mutters in the most angriest tone a woman with her voice can "If you tell anyone, I'll end you. Am I clear?"
Momentarily taken aback, I go "Yes!" and she goes back into happy M'gann mode and smiles, much to my concern at how easily it can be to rile her up. Really hope that the villains doing so would take precautions for it. My thoughts done, I sat down on the couch with M'gann for a short rest before heroing.
1st Coast City Bank
June 15, 2010 16:16 PDT
Alright, Miss Martian. What do we do when we're surrounded by enemies?
I don't know, what?
Take down the most dangerous ones first.
So, M'gann and I are on patrol, wearing our costumes. I decided on a dark green jacket. A black long sleeved T-shirt with a neon green hourglass logo painted on it covers my body, with an Invincible style cowl attached to said shirt to cover my face. In addition, I'm wearing blue exercise pants and black shoes, a pair completely separate to the ones I wear in civilian life. The Omnitrix is on the left hand and the costume itself has Dragonskin armor weaved into it, an upgrade I purchased myself from Paul Gambi. M'gann is wearing a shortsleeved whitetop with a red X across it as well as blue cape, skirt, gloves and ankle high boots with green skin to complete the illusion.
Right now, we're preventing a bank robbery by a guy calling himself Lamplighter, a supercriminial so ineffective, bank robbers hire him despite his intelligence due to his powers effectively being a Wild Magic sorcerer from DND. Said Lamplighter would probably be more effective as one of Batman's rogues due to his staff and Victorian England theme. Before be burst in barging, Miss Martian and I decide to observe the situation from the outside
Upon seeing him and his employers threaten a Bank Teller, I nod to M'gann, who plucks the staff from his hands via Telekinesis. I then decide to activate the Omnitrix and select my favorite form available. I feel my cells turning to nanotechnological equivalents with my mind being scattered all across my body instead of remaining in one place. My body turns to black metal with green stripes that focus onto my head. My chest is merely white metal, with a green stripe flowing through it. My four (formerly five) fingers have their fingerprints turned into invisible touchpads. My face is nothing more than a green circle that flashes when I talk and moves when I want to convey expression. When the transformation is done, I whisper "Upgrade" loudly in a voice that sounds like a very robotic version of my own.
M'gann takes a look at me and goes "What does being Upgrade feel like?"
"Like you're one being, but you're also trillions at the same time. And you just want to merge with Technology."
"Huh. Didn't think of it like that."
"What did you think was going to happen?"
"That you would flip out from being organic to technology."
"There are safeguards designed to teach me about my new form down to the instinctual level. In fact, when transformed my human instincts go out the window."
"Huh. So, can you turn into a Martian?"
"Yes, but I'm not allowed to unless it's needed. It was scary turning into him and I don't want to scare you by doing so."
"Why?"
"...Let's not talk about it. Hand me the staff."
She does so and goes "Alright, but you better tell me."
I assimilate it into my body and go "No. No, I don't think I will."
"Was that a reference to something?"
"Yes, but the source material doesn't exist here." One of the side effects of the Justice Society was that it killed the superhero genre. As a result, comics became sci-fi oriented and still thriving. After a moment, I decide to walk up to the robbers. One of them (wearing a Jason Voorhees mask) goes "The hell are you?"
"I am the Chimera, and this form is called Upgrade."
One of the others (who is the only one wearing a Austin Powers mask) "You're dead now, punk!" and tries shooting me with a machine gun, only for me to use Lamplighter's staff to turn it into feathers.
"Well then, are you going to shoot me? You still have four more to go."
The remaining four then try focusing all their fire on me, only to fail because they too had their guns turn into feathers. At this point, Lamplighter goes "How are you getting the same effect every time? When I do it, it's randomized!"
"Because you weren't using Alien technology whereas I am made of it. Now, would you like to surrender?"
"Yes please." As he says so, he kneels before me. However, one of the punks decides to go ahead and punch me, only to fail when I shoot my laser at him. He falls over, with a stunned expression on his face. The remaining ones decide to book it, only for them to immediately fall asleep due to Miss Martian's interference. With that done, I go to one of the hostages and ask "Are you Okay?" once I finish untying her. With a quiet nod in the positive, she gets up and turns to go outside, but I stop her, saying "Look, I know you're scared, but there are other people here as well. I understand that you want to run away and talk to the police, but unless you have somewhere to be, can you help? This could take a while." What I hope would be a touching moment is ruined as she walks off. Well, it could be worse. It could've been- At that moment my thoughts changed track to the fact that I detransformed. What was a once formidable might of machinery became my human form. Well, better finish untying the hostages.
Casa de Ezekiel
June 15th, 2010 20:30 PDT
Once M'gann and I arrived home in our civvies, I ask her "So, how was your first night out as a superhero?"
She thinks for a moment before going "Not bad, but was it really that easy?"
"Not always. The bank robbery was easy because their main muscle relied on technology and the fact that they didn't prepare well enough. If they had bothered to prepare for Upgrade, they could have beaten me and forced me to switch forms, cutting down my time limit. Previous experience has shown me that crime is somewhat easier than supercrime, unless you're talking about mob bosses which is an entirely different topic."
"How so?"
"More resources, greater tactical ability, more long term ambitions and having lots of people under their control means that they have to be outwitted rather than knocked out so that any arrests can succeed."
"Glad to know that."
"So, M'gann, do you have any plans for the rest of your stay here, however long it may be?"
"Well, I'll just follow your schedule until the 19th, where I have to head to Uncle J'onn for my official debut as his sidekick the day after."
"I wish you luck on your first official day out."
She smiles and goes "Thank you!"
"You're welcome."
Ferris Aircraft Runway
July 4th, 2010 8:42 PDT
After M'gann's stay with me at my home, I decided to follow any news involving the Martian Manhunter. Sure enough, on the day after she debuted, the superhero fan sites exploded with interest in Miss Martian. The Wednesday after, training resumed and it was brutal, but not to the same extent as before much to my relief. It wasn't until the 27th that I found out that next week, I'm going to the Hall of Justice with the rest of the League's sidekicks as the first step to being full-fledged members of the Justice League. Right now, it's the day and I'm helping Hal fight Icicle Sr., a fifty something with white hair wearing an insulated tunic to protect himself from the use of his ice gun. He's freezing the runway until he gets a billion dollars, and several people are already injured from the results. I'm currently in the form of Xenowolf, a werewolfesque alien with black fur, a black mane, a large bushy tail and three claws on all hands and feet. The skin itself is grey, and I'm wearing a black jumpsuit with a green stripe down the middle with the Omnitrix symbol on a near-invisible belt. Green Lantern turns and looks at me, smirks and goes "So, are you happy that today's the day?"
I look at him and go "Give me a moment to fight this guy." before unleashing a sonic howl at Icicle Sr. Said howl shatters all ice within the radius and stuns Icicle Sr. immediately. I instantly take advantage of the situation and claw at him using my claws, causing three claw wounds to appear on his skin. He growls "You bast-" before Green Lantern makes a boxing glove construct and hits him with it, knocking him unconscious. He then turns to look at me and smirks, saying "Well? Are you?"
"Of course I am! Today's the day!"
"Glad to hear it. This will be the making of you."
Little did I know that Hal made the understatement of the century.